they did when I came against Grayson’s mouth. “Yes.”
“Thought so.” He’s so close, I can feel his exhales against my damp flesh. Distantly, I can hear the shower still going. I should stop this, would never have done something as wanton as stand naked in front of Derek if Grayson wasn’t intent on us doing a whole lot more than looking later.
“Have you been good this year, Derek?”
He looks up at me, mirth lingering in his eyes. “Not even a little bit.” Then his hands are on my hips and he’s nuzzling my pussy. His tongue flicks out and strokes my clit. “I’m bad, Emma. You know that.”
I grab his hair, but I don’t pull him away like I should. I just hold him still. “You should stop. It’s not time yet.”
His grin has my heart flipping in my chest. “Don’t you want your present?”
This is my present?
I don’t stop to think. Don’t ask any more questions. Because that’s my secret. I want to be bad, too. “Yes, give it to me.”
“I’ll give it to you, baby.” He backs me up to the couch and topples me on it, spreading my thighs wide. And then Derek’s mouth is on me for real. He holds me down and explores my pussy with his tongue as if we both aren’t listening to the sound of my husband in the shower a single room away. Even though it’s dark outside, the light of the kitchen and the lights on the tree chase away any thought of pretending I don’t know exactly who is between my legs.
As if he can hear my thoughts, Derek holds my gaze as he stiffens his tongue and slides it inside me. I dig my fingers into his hair and spread my thighs wider. “Suck on my clit.”
He moves up to where I urge him, but he’s not going fast like I want. He’s playing with me. “You taste good, baby.”
I don’t stop to think about how weird it is that both he and Grayson have called me baby while they’ve had their tongues all over me. I’m too needy to question this. “You feel good.”
“Yeah.”
I’m gasping, writhing, trying to make him do exactly what it will take to get me over the edge. “Don’t stop.”
Derek moves, griping my thighs and shoving them wider yet. He keeps looking at me as he sucks and licks down my pussy and back up again. As if he’s trying to gather up every bit of my taste. “Fuck me with your tongue again, Derek. Please.”
He does it, covering my pussy with his mouth as he shoves his tongue deep.
And that’s when I look up and find my husband leaning against the doorframe. Watching his best friend eat my pussy. I frantically try to yank Derek off me, but he’s not going anywhere, and I’m going to hell because I fucking love that he refuses to stop. “Grayson,” I gasp.
He walks toward the couch, his gaze glued to where Derek is inching me toward an orgasm despite my best efforts. As I watch, Grayson leans down and picks up a white package with red ribbon. My eyes go wide. “Oh no.” I look down at Derek in horror and the bastard has the audacity to wink at me.
Grayson stalks to the couch and sinks down next to me. Derek gives him a long look and then flicks my clit with his tongue. “You know I always like to take a peek at my presents before Christmas.”
“Mmm.” Grayson shifts my hair off my shoulder and presses a kiss to my neck. “Does his mouth feel good, Emma?”
My body can’t tell if I’m in trouble or being rewarded. “You—you’re not mad?”
“No, baby, I’m not mad.” Grayson cups my face and presses a devastating kiss my mouth. He nips my bottom lip as he retreats and his next words aren’t for me. “Make her come before you go take your shower. Then you can enjoy your present properly.”
Derek’s chuckle reverberates through me. “If you insist.” And then he stops fucking around. He holds me down and circles my clit as my husband sits next to me and watches. It’s that as much as Derek’s expert mouth that has me panting, on the edge of orgasm. “Please. Oh god, don’t stop.”
Grayson shifts closer and kisses my neck as he palms one breast. Having both of their mouths on me… I cry out as I come, as I keep coming, orgasm rolling over me in wave after wave,